That Bastard Is My Destiny
Get ready!

Cleire wriggled as her cell phone rang over the nightstand. When he wanted to move, he only realized that his body was held very tightly by the body of a burly man who lately always bothers him.

Well-off. Sleeping without a shirt with a woman, cih!

He looked up, looking at the handsome face that was still sleeping. His face was like a sinless baby while asleep, calm and peaceful. The corner of the girl's lips slightly raised, how many times Chris expressed love that only he considered playful.

His outstretched hand touched the sturdy jaw that was overgrown with a slight sideburn, then moved to touch the naughty lips that liked to kiss him at will.

How many women have you touched with these naughty lips? Can you just have one woman later?

"You're the first man to show me so much love. Act like I am loved by you, but is that true? Maybe you're mistaken for a love that's just an obsession."

"I don't believe in love, Chris. Anyone's heart can change. Love today, not necessarily love tomorrow. Stay away, you won't find love in my heart" Cleire said softly.

That night has opened my eyes, that love that has long been engraved can change at any time. If that day I hadn't witnessed it all, it might have been easy for me to fall in love.

The girl took off Chris' embrace, lying staring at the ceiling of the room dominated by gray and black. His mind wandered into the night that made him change.

"So I'll make you believe. There may be no love in your heart. You said hearts can change, so be prepared when your hearts betray."

That whisper made Cleire very surprised. The man had actually woken up, hearing some of his heart.

"Don't expect me to stay away or you'll try to run, because I'll get you even in a dirty way!" hiss Chris growled.

You're obsessed, Chris.

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Cleire was already struggling in the kitchen to make a simple breakfast. Omelet potatoes with milk and cheese into a simple menu. His eyes occasionally looked at the door of the room. The man immediately woke up after threatening him earlier.

The man looked so angry that he slammed the bathroom door. Cleire was made to not wince in fear. She's a woman too! His eyes just looked carefully at that door, afraid of being caught off guard all of a sudden.

If remembered, he forgot to check his phone, even though it was the thing that disturbed him earlier. Put the omelette on the plate first, then put it on the table, then sit sweetly and open the phone.

The ardrich? Why call?

Don't forget that your status is disappearing right now! Cleire's smart brain is warning.

Uh! Who else is this?

Unknown

How are you, Baby? I'm in LA, let's meet.

At one time, there were two people who called him that. Ardrich and. Yeah, no more wrong!

"Who is he?" That unfriendly tone brought his consciousness back. The man who was waiting was already standing staring dislikefully.

"Who?" Cleire didn't understand.

"Is he a man?" Sharpness again, made Cleire even more confused. Besides being perverted, this guy might be an expert at driving people crazy.

"Cleire!" When the girl was just silent like a fool. Cleire gasped in surprise.

Eat up! Don't drive me crazy this early. That's what his actions mean now.

"Be aware if you're having an affair!" he said he was bribing food.

What, what? What the hell are you talking about!

"Crazy, not just a lover!" mumbling slowly. Those sharp eyes instantly re-emphasized him.

"What!" Follow glaring.

"You are not my lover" the man said.

The deg! Why do those words hurt a little? Cleire tried to ignore.

"But my future wife!"

The deg!

The man stood up, then bowed. Holding his chin, then devouring the cherry-red lips belonging to his girl was rough.

"This lips, this body, and this heart has become yours. You're the rightful owner and no one can take it from you. Please ... trust me," whispered Chris softly.

Now, I'm afraid if my heart truly betrays, Inner Cleire.

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"I want to go home" she told Chris after the two had finished their meal.

"Why? You want to see him?" Grabbing the girl's waist and squeezing it.

"You!" Take off Chris's hand. His face was slightly red.

"Java!" his hissing, pulled Cleire up to sit on his lap.

"Yes, yes! Who do you mean?"

Who is crazy really!

"Still pretending ..." Nibbling Cleire's neck to the point of screeching.

"Chris– ahh .. fine! Stop that." Trying to get the man's head off his neck. Chris really stopped. Cleire regulated his breathing.

"Chris .. I really don't understand who you mean." Said with a serious face, but it looked funny in Chris' eyes.

"The one who sent you the message." Sweep his lips on the girl's cheek.

Really! When did this guy see his phone?

Surprised, of course!

Does he have an inner eye?

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